Not the Doctor

I don't wanna be the filler if the void is solely yours

I don't wanna be your glass of single malt whiskey

Hidden in the bottom drawer and

I don't wanna be a bandage if the wound is not mine

Lend me some fresh air

I don't wanna be adored for what I merely represent to you

I don't wanna be your babysitter, you're a very big boy now

I don't wanna be your mother

I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months

Show me the back door

Visiting hours are nine to five and if I show up at ten past six

Well, I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and

Oh, mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom

You see, it's too much to ask for, and I am not the doctor

I don't wanna be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon and

I don't wanna be your other half I believe that one and one make two

I don't wanna be your food or the light from the fridge on your face at midnight

Hey, what are you hungry for?

I don't wanna be the glue that holds your pieces together

I don't wanna be your idol, see, this pedestal is high, and I'm afraid of heights

I don't wanna be lived through a vicarious occasion

Please open the window

Visiting hours are nine to five and if I show up at ten past six

Well, I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and

Oh, mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom

You see, it's too much to ask for, and I am not the doctor

I don't wanna live on someday when my motto is last week and

I don't wanna be responsible for your fractured heart and its wounded beat and

I don't wanna be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhalin'

Well, what do you thank me

What do you thank me for?

Visiting hours are nine to five and if I show up at ten past six

Well, I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and

Oh, mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom

You see, it's too much to ask for, and I am not the doctor